As a Registered Dietitian, I work closely with psych patients in a locked acute care facility five days a week. During that time, I assess their nutritional needs, and give nutrition education classes.
Only one little problem - he was discharged early this morning, before I had a chance to see him. Oh well, I told myself, sometimes things work out that way and I put the tea bag back in my lab coat pocket and went about my duties.
On one of the units, a nurse was sick, and I decided to give her the tea bag. So when I bumped into the social worker for that unit, I gave her the tea bag with instructions to give it to the nurse. As we were leaving the administration building after a meeting, I hear this voice call out: "Hey, you owe me some tea!"
Sure enough, there stood the discharged patient, back to pick up some belongings. I turned to the social worker, plucked the tea off her clip board, and handed it to the patient. He was shocked that I remembered him, and that I remembered the tea.
Seriously, what are the chances that I would see this patient in the administration building at exactly this time? Not very good. I visit the administration once a day, and that time varies.
G-d wanted this young man to have that tea, and He wanted me to give it to him. I love when that happens!
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Written in 1979, somehow I missed this novel, which pits Dana, a 20th century black woman, against unknown forces that transport her to 19th century Maryland, to a plantation just in time to save the white master's son. Over and over again.
Through Dana, and Butler's cast of characters, we get a taste, frightening no less, of slavery in America. As a Jew whose family was safe on America's shores by 1924, I missed dual Holocausts - one against black slaves in this country, and the other, more well known, to Jews in Europe. As Dana mentioned between trips through time, it appears the Germans learned a lot from 19th century slave owners.
Perfect reading for a holiday dealing with slavery and redemption. While I played no part in America's horrific past, I cannot help but feel guilty that it happened at all. And more than a bit ashamed.
I did not seek out this book. I found it on the "New Book" shelf, and liked the time travel aspect. In the end, I found the eye opener about slavery, and all its evils, the most redeeming quality of all.